The evening had arrived, and the sun lazily slipped from the high sky to hide behind the horizon. A merchant's cart, pulled by a single horse, climbed the twisting road, taking advantage of the last rays that showed him the route.

“Na nana, na, na nana na... “ Gaz hummed under his breath a tune heard in the tavern.

'I wonder what they will say when I announce that I have struck the bargain of a lifetime. Ha! Their jaws will drop,' he thought with a satisfied face.

'Hahaha! I'll finally be able to abandon this burrow and these losers. With such a fortune, I can head to the Principality of Malelia and live like a king for the rest of my life.” Gaz mused.

'But that's later. First I have to bring things to an end,' he thought, noticing the watch tower of the fortress.

Gaz stopped the cart in the square and got down from the coachman's seat. A moment later, he emerged from behind the cart with a bottle of expensive alcohol. He didn't even bother to unload the rest of the things he had brought with him.

“Yoo! Duncan!” Gaz called out.

“Hey, what's up, Gaz?” Exclaimed Duncan, leaning out of the tower.

“Did something happen?” He asked.

“Nothing in particular,” Duncan replied.

“Come to the main hall. I have something important to tell you.” Said Gaz, heading toward the entrance.

“Na nana, na, na nana na...” He hummed to himself.

Plunged into dreams of living in a luxurious house by the sea, he carelessly grabbed the handle, injuring his finger on the sharp edge.

“Ouch! Fuck, they were supposed to finally do something about it.” He burbled under his breath, watching the blood flowing from his thumb.

Without paying too much attention to the wound, he pushed the door open with his elbow and stepped inside, holding his finger in his mouth and licking it until the blood stopped oozing.

'Strange taste this blood has... Hmm, maybe the door handle was dirty with something? Never mind,' he thought, heading down the corridor to the main hall. Such a small thing couldn't spoil his good mood.

He entered the room where the rest of the team should be sitting and called out:

“Guys, I have an awesome...” He suddenly paused when he saw something he would never have expected.

Sitting at the table where they usually ate were two bears. They were wearing vanilla pants with embroidered pink bunnies, and wearing caps with pom-poms on their heads. If that weren't enough, they were playing cards, but the moment Gaz entered the room, they turned toward him.

“What the fuck...” He was about to say surprised, but something even more bizarre caught his attention.

Among a pile of books, he spotted a red snowman. But it wasn't the kind of ordinary snowman made from snow that children make in the winter. It was made of three giant tomatoes, stacked one on top of the other. Instead of branches to serve as hands, he had long green leeks in which he held a book about cooking. He had an oblong radish attached to his nose.

“What the fuck is going on here!” Shouted a shocked Gaz.

He grabbed his forehead and, looking at the floor, tried to stay on his feet, which were slowly beginning to soften. He felt as if he had been plunged into a wild dream. There was a slight hum in his head, and his surroundings were lightly swirling.

“Welcome back.” Someone spoke up in a booming voice.

Gaz raised his head, and his eyes immediately widened in surprise, while his face turned pale, as if he hadn't had a chance to step out into the sunlight in years.

A massive dragon emerged from the hallway leading to the bedroom. Its scales glistened gold, and its eyes blazed with an intense purple fire. The size of the beast barely allowed it to move freely, and its head reached all the way to the ceiling, against which thick golden horns curved upward. A thick vapor of purple glow escaped from its mouth, spilling over the floor.

Terrified, Gaz dropped the bottle, which shattered on the ground, and then started running toward the exit. However, he was stopped by another unusual creature.

A horse, resembling a Dalmatian dog, was walking on its back legs with wellingtons on its hooves. On his head he wore a shark mask, and in his forelegs he held a guitar, on which he played a tune that Gaz had hummed not long before.

Gaz fainted and fell to the ground when the horse came close enough that its torpedo in full erection almost touched his face.

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Half an hour earlier, in Elrianthe's room...

“Finally, after so many weeks...” Mumbled Elrianthe to herself, dragging behind her a two-meter rectangular flat object wrapped in dusty white cloth.

“I spent so much time in the dark, so much time I endured to finally get out of the hole. Finally, after so much time, I was able to get out and see the world I would come to live in. Thanks to this skill...” She continued.

< Research >.

“Thanks to it, I will finally discover the biggest secret. Nothing will hide from my sight anymore. Since I have < Scholar >, I can no longer be deceived. This object...” She said, grabbing a corner of the canvas, “It will show me the whole truth!” She called out, pulling the cloth, which slid off the object leaning against the wall, revealing it to Elrianthe's eyes.

[ Mirror ]

[ An everyday object that allows you to see your reflection ]

“Aaaaa, how beautiful I am...” She marveled, blushing.

She walked closer to the mirror to examine her face more closely. This was her first time to see herself since her soul was in this body.

“You really are beautiful...” She whispered to herself.

Her violet eyes attracted attention with their unique beauty, harmonizing with her perfectly shaped eyebrows. A small nose and shapely lips blended perfectly with the rest, together creating a living masterpiece. The pointed ears stood out slightly more than humans, and their length reached above the long blond hair that flowed freely over her body.

“Aaa, I could become a top model with a face like that!” She exclaimed enthusiastically. “Wait a minute...”

Elrianthe turned around as a thought crossed her mind and shed all her clothes. Standing completely naked, she turned to the mirror again. Her face turned all red momentarily. She knew she had an attractive body, but what she saw exceeded her expectations.

“If it weren't for those ears, you'd be a walking ideal.” She said to her reflection.

Deep down she still felt like a man. No longer the same as before, but the way she perceived and understood the world hadn't changed much. She had learned to pretend to be a woman, and it was going very well. Her body already had its habits, which, like muscle memory, were encoded in her mind.

However, when she saw her body in the mirror, her male memories and instincts began to dominate. She began to touch her large pots with curiosity, and pleasurable impulses coursed through her body as she circled her protuberant, pink nipples.

'It has always wondered me...' thought Elrianthe, sliding her hand slowly down between her thighs.

Her experience with Carl was nothing pleasant. All she felt then was pain, humiliation and hopelessness. There was nothing about it that she could like. She thought that for the rest of her life she would no longer be able to take pleasure in a similar activity. However, after what she had accomplished over the past few days, everything changed.

She began to massage between her legs and a pleasant feeling began to dominate her entire body. She saw the beautiful woman in the mirror, with her wide smile and red cheeks happily sinking into pleasure.

“Aaah!” She moaned.

Before she knew it, her hand began to make faster and faster movements, and she dropped to her knees in front of the mirror and, staring into it, let her fingers sink deeper and deeper into her virtue. Lifted by emotion, she went all the way and began kissing the woman in the mirror.

“Aaa... AaaaaH!”

*Tssssstttttt*

*Haaa*

*Haaa*

Elrianthe's heavy breathing could be heard all the way at the door on the other side of the room. Her hand was completely wet, as was the floor on which she lay.

'Did I get wet when I lost control?' She wondered, not realizing that she had experienced her first orgasm in a female body. 'It was amazing...'

“M-miss E-elrianthe...” A timid voice sounded from the open door.

Elrianthe sprang up from the floor, and fear appeared in her eyes as she turned toward the door.

“A-a-Alison! What are you d-doing here?” She asked terrified, her voice breaking every other word.

“Because, because I wanted to tell you something... “ Alison replied, blushing and looking away.

“Ha, hahaha... H-have you been here l-long?” Elrianthe asked, draping herself over the canvas.

“M-minute?” She replied timidly.

“Y-you stayed there a minute? Why?”

“Because... I was wondering...”

“Ha, haha... It must have looked pathetic. Ha, haha...” Replied Elrianthe, trying to control her emotions and laughing at the whole situation.

“I could... help if you... want.” Whispered Alison timidly.

The two looked at each other for a moment, holding their breath. Elrianthe was still sitting naked on the ground, covering herself with a cloth, while Alison stood in the open doorway.

“What?”

“Hm?”

Again there was an awkward silence.

“Alison! Close the door!” Elrianthe called out.

The priestess obeyed, but did not go outside, but remained inside. Elrianthe looked at her in embarrassment, but suddenly a solution came to her mind.

'I'm an elf, right? She can't know all the elven customs. If I pretend that nothing out of the ordinary happened, she'll think it's normal for me and will quickly forget. Yes, that's it. Pretend to be your usual self' thought Elrianthe, getting up from the floor.

“So? What did you want to tell me?” She asked, getting dressed as if nothing had happened.

“Duncan gave the signal,” Alison replied quietly.

“The signal? Wolves again?”

“No. Gaz is coming back from town.”

“Oh fuck!” Elrianthe snapped.

She grabbed the vial filled with the concentrate they had been working on together and ran out toward the main entrance.

Alison was left alone in the room. With curiosity piqued, she approached the mirror. Just below it she noticed a puddle, covered by a white cloth. She scowled and dipped her finger in the liquid.

“Still warm...” She whispered under her breath and put her soaked finger in her mouth.

'Mmmmm... I could even become a guy for her...' thought Alison, holding the finger in her mouth and clenching her legs from ecstasy.

[ Alison Roseberg's control increased to 75% ]

“What the...” Reacted Elrianthe to the message window that suddenly appeared before her eyes as she lubricated the handle with poison.